What's Cooking

She halted in the bed after seeing the devilish glint in his eyes. The maid had already left and might be returning anytime soon with a sword in her hands which he would be using to cut either her throat or hands.

A greyish foam surrounded her, the yellowish light streaming down from the ceiling seemed like the black liquid saliva of the death angel. It appeared to her that her time had finally arrived. She at first became relieved that it would end her sufferings, the torture she had to bear while living in his house was nothing compared to death itself. Here she had to die every moment, and there was no way she would not be happier over a one time death than the other one.

Her fingers curled around the sheets as she shrunk in her position when Enrique leaned slightly forward.

The drop of blood dyed the white yarn sheets red. Nearly half a bottle of blood had been dropped down already.

Enrique surely had something really crazy cooking in his mind. What was it? Even he had no idea. All he could see was the pain in her eyes overcome by the fear.. She was trembling, and he felt bad for it.

Astonishingly, he found himself hating himself for making her uncomfortable here. It was never his intention to cause her discomfort. He wanted to treat her like a queen because she truly deserved to be. Whenever he looked at her, an aura of romance rushed over him which he had never experienced before despite being involved with the sassiest girls in the town.

'What did I do? Oh God. Stop quivering. I will not be going to harm you.' he said inwardly. His tone was concerned as it was visibly seen on his face. 'How can I dare to harm this beautiful creature? She deserves only love and care. And I will make sure she will get both of it from only me and no one else.'

Sniffing the water his nose began to drip as a result of bearing the sharp drills of pain for a long while now. A surge of tiredness occupied every single nerve of his. He had realized sooner that he would not be able to keep up with that. But he could not leave her alone after all that happened earlier. She could attempt to escape again. He could not guarantee her next move now.

"What were you expecting, eh!?" Enrique's raspy voice crept below her face, reeking down the length of her neck.

Danielle tucked herself against the headboard when he snapped the unaffected arm on her shoulder. It was an alternative move to stop himself from falling down. He seeked her support without letting her know what he was doing.

She could not bring herself to give an answer to him, words stuck in her throat and it felt like she would never be able to speak ever again. As if someone had chopped her tongue and snatched her power of speech from her. Considering it was the only powerful weapon this middle class girl owned, her eyes welled up with fleshy tears which was reflecting in them the picture of the culprit. The goon was shamelessly smiling at her.

"You think it was that easy for you to get out of here."

He blew.

Following a strange silence, his voice broke the ice again.

"You would never be able to find your freedom ever again now. Neither do people come here with their wish nor do they leave." He huffed.

Danielle's blood boiled with rage as she had the sudden urge to punch him in the face.

But her hands were tied with the rope of helplessness.

It was then, a knock on the door alarmed both of them on the arrival of the maid sent to get the sword. She came in and respectfully stretched her arms carrying the burden of the antique piece in front of Enrique.

He turned around towards her, and passed on an ambiguous gaze she could not comprehend the meaning for a while. Later, she understood what he meant and without wasting a single moment she scurried out of the room.

Danielle got confused over her reaction. What did she get that made her rush out of the room with such speed. It suggested nothing good to her though. Suddenly, an alarming air engulfed her and she further quivered in her position.

"God help me!" She whispered below her breath.

It didn't take him any effort to recognize the fear in his whispering voice.

He swirled around to her, the sword was hanging from his hand, the other one was still dripping blood.

Why doesn't he take first aid? Danielle concernedly thought after the raw blood added more to her fear.

'Maybe, because he has important business to deal with!' she huffed, the sympathies which were stretching their head inside her were slaughtered as soon as she realized him proceeding further towards him.

"Gosh… What will he be doing with me!?" She couldn't help but ponder.

Enrique was as blank as Danielle about his next plan. He had ordered the maid to bring the sword, because he wanted to get her away and wanted to make her assume that he was not going to spare the girl who had dared to cross the limits set by him. Now that he had it in his hand. He could not think of ways to throw it away without swiping the fear lingering on her face. He was swinging between the thought of teaching a lesson to her, and melting to see her face worried and scarred.

He didn't want to harm her, but teach her a lesson anyway. How was that even possible? He had to screwed her mind to think of a way. As he hurled a lopsided grin at the girl shrinking in the bed, his lips curled up but after the next instant he hated himself for doing this to him.

What would he do now! With the sword and her!